The drunken one saw someone brimming with jealousy, and his heart was already blooming with laughter inside. Holding back his chuckle, he stepped forward, got closer to Qing Yi, and reached for the buttons on his shirt.
With slender, attractive fingers, he gently pinched a button on his shirt, toying with it.
"Brother Qing Yi, what are you doing?"
The drunk one asked with a low laugh.
Qing Yi cast his eyes down to glance at the hand playing with his button, his gaze dimmed slightly, and then he looked up at the drunken one who was incredibly close to him.
Since the drunken one was a few centimeters shorter than him and was currently lowering his head to fiddle with his button, when Qing Yi looked up, he saw the drunken one’s black, soft short hair, but couldn’t see his facial expression at that moment. However, from the suppressed laughter in his voice, Qing Yi could already imagine it.
"...I’ve noticed lately you..."
"What’s up with me lately?" The drunken one looked up at Qing Yi.
Sure enough, he was teasing him on purpose.
"Nothing, it’s fine, keep it up."
Upon hearing Qing Yi’s words, the drunken one suddenly burst into laughter.
"Nothing, it’s just, your gaze and expression, along with that sentence, give off such a...dominant CEO vibe. If there were a few girls around, I’d bet they’d be squealing."
"Alright, stop messing around, go take a shower, I’ll cook noodles."
"Am I still sleeping naked?" The drunken one asked with a smile, and Qing Yi couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.
"Bro, you’re making me a little nervous."
"Nervous about what?"
"I’m afraid you’ll devour me, bones and all."
"..." Qing Yi’s ears were a bit hot. He grasped the restless hand playing with his button and stepped forward a little more. The two, already close, were now almost pressed together.
Qing Yi bent down slightly, lowered his head, and whispered in the drunken one’s ear, "You’re right to be nervous."
"..." The drunken one’s heart skipped a beat, his face immediately flushing with embarrassment.
He quickly stepped back, chuckling awkwardly, "Bro, you’ve...turned bad."
"If you’re scared, behave and don’t joke around with me."
If he keeps messing around, something might really happen.
"I wasn’t joking with you."
Looking at the drunken one’s serious face, Qing Yi was a bit puzzled by him. Recalling the ambiguously intimate scene they just shared, a sudden feeling of melancholy inexplicably swept over him.
"Go take a shower, it’s been a long day."
Seeing Qing Yi suddenly lose his mood, the drunken one knew what was going on with him.
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Qing Yi looked up at him for a moment without speaking, let go of his hand, and turned to leave.
The drunken one stood there, listening to the fading footsteps of Qing Yi in the corridor, suppressing the urge to chase after him.
Give me one more year, just one last year.
After a year, I definitely won’t let you bear everything alone.
Kid, can you stop holding me ? Are you going to let me sleep or not?
Feng Liyan lay on his chest with a look of utter resignation, clearly feeling the trembling hands holding him.
He guessed that if it weren’t for the injury on his body, this guy might have hugged him to death.
What’s gotten into this kid tonight?
Upon hearing the sound of the Little Gray Cat, the body holding it shivered, and he softly murmured.
As he spoke, he gently stroked the fur of the Little Gray Cat on his chest.